I am sitting in a WiFi shop writing for no one to read and wondering why I am still in this province. It blows here. I am told by my grown children that I have paid my dues and now have the right to go and live where ever I want. But I’m too old to just pick up and leave. So I’m making the plan. In two years I’m going on a permanent road trip. Maybe, if I don’t find something more fun before then. I love you all.